Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.